[Kavinsky lets his fingers fall away for the moment as Ronan gets to his feet. Instead he hooks his fingers into the pockets of his jeans, looking at him to see what he wants to do with the thing.
Nice might not usually be how Ronan presented himself, but it slipped through the cracks, sometimes. The other boy was emotional, affected even when he didn't want to be. So the sentiment doesn't exactly surprise him. If anything, it's the fact that Ronan is willing to trust him to see it. That he doesn't disarm it with a barb or an insult. It wasn't the rules that they usually played by, but Kavinsky isn't going to be the one that pushes them.
He considers Ronan's conclusion for a moment and tilts his head slightly as he regards the other boy]
You wanna hand deliver it with some very stern words?
[He'd offer to be threatening, but truth was that Ronan had that handled pretty well all on his own. K was scary because of his connections, because of his attitude, because he was careless and back in Henrietta he could do anything that he wanted, and even the police would play along. Here, well. He was still figuring it out, but he was too skinny to play muscle.
He looked down at the thing as it seemed overly interested in Ronan's shoes, but then his gaze slid back up to the boy's face and he watches him through his shades, currently slid part of the way down the bridge of his nose. His smile is sharp, but there's a heat to it.
He doesn't even know that he's supposed to be dead. He just knows that they're both here, and that's-- he can figure the rest of this shit out.]
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Nice might not usually be how Ronan presented himself, but it slipped through the cracks, sometimes. The other boy was emotional, affected even when he didn't want to be. So the sentiment doesn't exactly surprise him. If anything, it's the fact that Ronan is willing to trust him to see it. That he doesn't disarm it with a barb or an insult. It wasn't the rules that they usually played by, but Kavinsky isn't going to be the one that pushes them.
He considers Ronan's conclusion for a moment and tilts his head slightly as he regards the other boy]
You wanna hand deliver it with some very stern words?
[He'd offer to be threatening, but truth was that Ronan had that handled pretty well all on his own. K was scary because of his connections, because of his attitude, because he was careless and back in Henrietta he could do anything that he wanted, and even the police would play along. Here, well. He was still figuring it out, but he was too skinny to play muscle.
He looked down at the thing as it seemed overly interested in Ronan's shoes, but then his gaze slid back up to the boy's face and he watches him through his shades, currently slid part of the way down the bridge of his nose. His smile is sharp, but there's a heat to it.
He doesn't even know that he's supposed to be dead. He just knows that they're both here, and that's-- he can figure the rest of this shit out.]